I Think I Saw An Angel

I was quite at young at the time this happened. I would venture to say that I was no older than 7.

Before my parents divorced, my family lived in Kentucky. The home was built in 1910. My siblings and I have reports of odd things happening, but this is the most upsetting one for me. During my time in the house, I frequently experienced disturbing recurring nightmares. The atmosphere of the house was unsettling and tense. I was never very happy there.

One night, I had woken up very late. I decided that I didn't want to sleep in my bedroom alone, so I walked down the short hall to my brothers' room and started setting up a sleeping arrangement on the toy chest at the end of their bed. As I was doing this, I turned to the right and looked at the doorway adjacent to me. I saw an angelic, beautiful woman standing there. She had a flower crown and white garment on. She just stood there looking at me carefully and calmly. I froze with fear. It felt like the wind was knocked out my chest and I felt a rush of adrenaline.

I regained as much composure I had at the age of 7 and booked it to my parents room, which was connected to my brothers' room luckily. I hid on my mother's side of the bed that blocked sight of the doorway. I stuck my head under the covers that draped over the bed and never felt so helpless. The unsettling ambiance that my father's CPAP created did not help the situation. My mother wouldn't wake up and I was not willing to risk being seen in order to wake my father. I peeked out from the side of the bed and she was not longer in the doorway. I still did not feel safe moving so I slept on the floor that night, halfway under the bed.

I have a suspicion that this experience may have sparked a streak of disturbing existentialism while we lived in the house. Many nights I would come to my mother crying and telling her of my fear of death and inquiring about the afterlife. I'm sure it worried her, given that I couldn't have been older than 7 at the time, but it came to a stop shortly after we moved.

I'm not sure if anyone has anything similar to this experience or has any commentaries on it, but please do not hesitate to leave your thoughts in the comments. Before I end the story I would particularly like to hear what people think of the "angel". I have always been very wary on the intentions and origins of her, but I also have no other definitive I.D. Of her. The memory of her instills great panic in me and I feel intensely paranoid just writing about this incident. I apologize if this feels rushed and/or unorganized and I thank you for taking the time to read this.